In my last couple of posts, I hinted at how wonderful my New Year’s was, and I promised to fill you in on the details. So even though it means I’m posting more than usual, here is me making good on that promise. To be honest, though, I’m finding it a bit hard to find the words.
Not because it was bad; it most decidedly was not bad, but because there’s that tiny part of me that thinks it was just too good to be true and if I put it in print I’ll jinx the whole thing.
This story actually begins before New Year’s. I met this guy at an event some while ago (somewhere towards the conclusion of the first mess with the Artist). He was funny and cute and showed up with a superman shirt (complete with cape) under his dress shirt. I’d actually met him before, and he’d been cute, but I didn’t see enough of his personality to make a lasting impression. The night of the superman shirt, he definitely made an impression!